Chapter 228


    Ian hurriedly cleared his name, "Don''t look at me with this look. I had nothing to do with your wife. Don''t


    overthink."


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    I put my hand on my forehead as his action had left me speechless once again.


    Hendrix retracted his gaze and looked at Monique. Seeing that she was awake, he said, "You should


    stay in the hospital for a few days to tend to your wounds."


    He was cold and arrogant. Apart from his family and friends, he typically wasn''t willing to speak to


    others, not to mention greeting them. It was obvious that he was saying that to take the edge off of


    Monique.


    Monique raised her eyebrows at him, and she only answered with one word, "Okay."


    I was d that Monique was being cooperative. Meanwhile, Ian was staring at Hendrix with a look of


    curiosity on his face.


    "You''reing home with me. And before you fret about this- I''ll arrange for someone to take care of


    her. You cane to visit her when you had enough rest," Hendrix said as he picked up my bag on the


    chair.


    I was nning to stay back and take care of Monique, yet Monique read my mind, and she beat me to


    it. "Go back and have a good rest. There are doctors and nurses here, so I''ll be fine here. Whereas


    you''re pregnant. It''s inconvenient for you to stay here!"


    After considering their words for a while, I agreed to it, "Okay then. I''lle and see you tomorrow!"


    Hendrix and I said our goodbyes and left the ward. Ian followed after, walking beside Hendrix, and he


    went on, "Mr. Roberts, I think we need to talk when you''re free."


    "Talk about what?" Hendrix asked with a faint expression on his face.


    "About your wife, of course!" Ian the wooden-head said while he sized Hendrix up.


    Standing in front of the elevator door, I interrupted him and asked, "Ian, have you had dinner?"


    He shook his head. "No, I haven''t. Do you want to eat together?"


    "No!" I quickly said, "I still have some errands to do with Hendrix in the evening, so I won''t be eating


    with you. You would have to get dinner yourself."


    Ian said disapprovingly, "That''s unfair! I came over from Mesville as soon as you asked me to! How


    could you treat me like this?"


    My head started to hurt a little. With a weary expression, I said, "I''m a little tired today. Please, for the


    sake of my baby, give me one night off. If I apanied you tonight, I''m afraid that I''ll give birth


    prematurely."


    Ian opened his mouth to say something, then he looked at Hendrix and noted, "If so, you can go back


    and have a rest. I''ll talk to your husband."


    "Talk about what?" Hendrix asked again, looking at Ian with an unfathomable expression in his eyes.


    Taking a nce at me, Ian curled his lips and bluntly asked, "Hendrix, do you know that Arianna is ill?"


    I was shocked, but I shouldn''t. Because this wouldn''t be the first time that Ian couldn''t hold his tongue.


    Hendrix narrowed his eyes, and his face darkened. "Yes, I know!"


    I was dumbfounded at his reply.


    Ian, too, was taken aback. But he quickly continued, "You knew? Then why didn''t you find a way to


    help her?"


    "I''ll think of some way."


    The longer I listened to the conversation between these two men, the more uneasy I felt.


    At this moment, the elevator''s doors opened. I went straight into the elevator, not wanting to listen to


    the conversation any further. Neither of us was in the same tune.


    "Hendrix, I think you should spare some time and take her to Mesville to seek help from a doctor there,"


    Ian earnestly suggested.


    Hendrix looked at him and asked, "Did youe back because of her illness?"


    Ian nodded. "Why else would Ie back? The dozens of hours in nes were sickening. I don''t have


    so much time to waste."


    "Can we talk about it another day? I''m really tired. I want to go home," I plead, all while I was


    wondering if the illness that Hendrix mentioned was simr to the one I thought I had.


    Ian wanted to say something, but his cell phone rang. As the carrier''s signal in the elevator was bad,


    there was only a sound on the other end of the phone after he greeted a few times when he picked up


    the call.


    No one knew what the other person said, but Ian was beaming, and he happily replied, "Okay, I''ll be


    right over!"